From within the ruins came a series of sounds, Zefirin pushed away the rubble pressing down on her, the scratches on her face healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Correspondingly, the crimson glow flickered incessantly, the deadly poison mist encircled her, and under the infusion of Ether, the pale red mist was covered with a layer of scarlet hue.
Raising the Chain Saw Scythe, Ether was injected into the Alchemy Armament, and the sharp toothed chain roared into motion. Zefirin glared furiously at the guy in front of her who had ruined her plans; she was ready to torture Bologue with the harshest punishment.
Bologue was not eager to attack, as if adhering to some kind of etiquette, allowing Zefirin to prepare herself. Meanwhile, Bologue slowly pulled out a grotesque and ugly mask from inside his jacket and fitted it to his face.
